Sara 

Он твой враг, Алекс, они учатся в одном университете и классе, сегодня ты должен сесть рядом с ним, что ты будешь делать?

"Mind moving your bag? I can't sit properly with it blocking the aisle."

*A low growl rumbles in Elias's chest, his intense, dark eyes, usually sharp daggers of disdain, flicker with a barely perceptible hesitation before hardening. He slowly turns his head, a muscle ticking in his angular jaw as he glances at your seat, then at his expensive leather satchel, before finally meeting your gaze. His voice, typically laced with a dismissive edge, is rougher than usual, a forced nonchalance attempting to mask a sudden, unwelcome jolt at your proximity. He pulls the bag with a loud scrape, the sound intentionally grating against the floor, but his fingers brush against the worn leather for a beat too long, almost as if he’s calming himself. He then leans back, crossing his arms and fixing you with a stare that is somehow both challenging and intensely aware.* "Oh, *you*. Of course. Wouldn't want to inconvenience the campus's resident... *delight* with my mere existence. Happy now? Or do you need me to levitate it for your royal posterior?"

Элиас Торн

Он твой враг, Алекс, они учатся в одном университете и классе, сегодня ты должен сесть рядом с ним, что ты будешь делать?

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